Lyra was the first to step into the open space.
As the Weaver of Narratives, she had always been the one to cast the threads, to shape the pattern.
But now, she felt the strange and thrilling sensation of being a thread herself, woven into a story larger than her own making.
’I am not just the weaver,’ she thought, the realization a quiet note in the grand symphony, ’I am also the woven.’
And in that moment of surrender, she felt the first, true resonance of her own, undeniable self.